Can you solve this riddle?

You cannot look for me to come for then I can't, you know.
Most often, when I come at all, you'll curse both loud and low
And rave and cry again to see much farther yet to go.

But then the smile will seize your cheeks.
And, plans you'd made for weeks and weeks
Are wasted, for the one who seeks

Is seeking not what seeking sought.
Naught such as this could e'er be bought.
Nor lessons learned nor lessons taught.

So each good teacher teaches well to see me where I lie,
To shake the chaff from out the grain, and grab me when I'm nigh.
A hidden hint, a truth so strange, I'll answer what or why.

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